13″saint takes you into his shelter and lays you on a fur cot. Oh gods, are you ok, poor soul? you were laying in the snow, lifeless! hands you a fruit here, you’re probably starving. eat up, poor soul.
13″saint takes you into his shelter and lays you on a fur cot. Oh gods, are you ok, poor soul? you were laying in the snow, lifeless! hands you a fruit here, you’re probably starving. eat up, poor soul.
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